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Oct 2012
It is pure torture
sitting in a room with hungry eyes
faces pulled tight
as they smell their food
I sit
with food grown on trees
and narrow my eyes
in despise
of pizza loving fools
I wrote this during my last day of drivers ed when everyone had pizza. Too bad I'm a vegan on a constant diet.
liz
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